Cold Lips Poem by Julie Smith

A writer's eyes closed forever
Cold lips will never read the lines no more
A broken heart put forth

Neatly cut hair, fair and pale
In your face a soft expression
But under your smile fighting a tyrannic battle of depression

Revealed the tragic in your words
Betrayed and glorified, innocent and scared
A Daddy's girl with no place to go

A proud Mum living with a grown child
Larger than a life of symbolism and mythology
That couldn't deal with your radiance

Am I Lilith or am I Eve?
Maybe both in one
Every wife's a mistress, every traitor the betrayed and the biter bit

Tell me Syl, the reason for your chosen silence
Will our fates coincide
Or did you die for me to reunite all those sinners in just one life?

Like me my dear
You were the first, did you want to be the last?
They don't talk anymore, your cold lips